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Copyright, 1880, by Thomas Bailey Aldrich. The village lies in a trance like death. Possibly not a soul hears this music, unless it is the watchers at the bedside of Mr. Leonard Tappleton, the richest man in town, who has lain dying these three days, and can not last till sunrise. Or perhaps some mother, drowsily hushing her wakeful baby, pauses a moment and listens vacantly to the birds singing.
To mention the name of Edward Taggett is to mention a name well known to the detective force of the great city lying sixty miles southwest of Stillwater. Mr. Taggett's arrival sent such a thrill of expectancy through the village that Mr. Leonard Tappleton, whose obsequies occurred this day, made his exit nearly unobserved. Yet there was little in Mr.
Winkle, after the waiter had retired 'officers of the 97th, whose acquaintance I made rather oddly this morning. You will like them very much. Mr. Pickwick's equanimity was at once restored. The waiter returned, and ushered three gentlemen into the room. 'Lieutenant Tappleton, said Mr. Winkle, 'Lieutenant Tappleton, Mr. Pickwick Doctor Payne, Mr. Pickwick Mr.
'He acts in the piece that the officers of the 52nd get up at the Rochester Theatre to-morrow night. You cannot proceed in this affair, Slammer impossible! 'Quite! said the dignified Payne. 'Sorry to have placed you in this disagreeable situation, said Lieutenant Tappleton, addressing Mr.
'And and that person, too, if I am not mistaken, said the doctor, bestowing a scrutinising glance on the green-coated stranger. 'I think I gave that person a very pressing invitation last night, which he thought proper to decline. Saying which the doctor scowled magnanimously on the stranger, and whispered his friend Lieutenant Tappleton.
'No never! replied the astonished Mr. Pickwick. Lieutenant Tappleton turned round to his friend Doctor Slammer, with a scarcely perceptible shrug of the shoulder, as if implying some doubt of the accuracy of his recollection. The little doctor looked wrathful, but confounded; and Mr. Payne gazed with a ferocious aspect on the beaming countenance of the unconscious Pickwick.
Snodgrass the last-named gentleman in an excess of admiration at the noble conduct of his heroic friend. 'I think we may adjourn, said Lieutenant Tappleton. 'Certainly, added the doctor. 'Unless, interposed the man with the camp-stool, 'unless Mr. Winkle feels himself aggrieved by the challenge; in which case, I submit, he has a right to satisfaction. Mr.
He was apparently about to proceed to do so, when Lieutenant Tappleton, who had been eyeing him with great curiosity, said with considerable scorn, 'Haven't I seen you at the theatre, Sir? 'Certainly, replied the unabashed stranger. 'He is a strolling actor! said the lieutenant contemptuously, turning to Doctor Slammer.
Leonard Tappleton, the richest man in town, who has lain dying these three days, and cannot last until sunrise. Or perhaps some mother, drowsily hushing her wakeful baby, pauses a moment and listens vacantly to the birds singing. But who else? The hubbub suddenly ceases, ceases as suddenly as it began, and all is still again in the woodland. But it is not so dark as before.
Though all his interests attached him to the material world, his dry, attenuated body seemed scarcely a part of it. "Shackford, what are you going to do with that scapegrace of yours?" It was Mr. Leonard Tappleton who ventured the question. Few persons dared to interrogate Mr. Shackford on his private affairs. "I am going to make a lawyer of him," said Mr.
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